And
you'd think that since I'm Sakura and he's Sasuke our story's
not supposed to be trouble-free in the first place, and that I really
shouldn't be so saddened by how often we fight or how quickly he
looses his patience, but I am. Because like, as you get older, its
suppose to get simpler, yeah?

Well,
whatever.

Its
not like I care or anything.

"Sakura."

"Ah…?"

"Sakura,
move, you idiot. The rest of us want to eat too."

And
suddenly, I'm not in that beautiful place called my mind anymore.
I've come crashing back to earth and more specifically, work,
(where I'm paid less than I'm worth but just enough to keep me
crawling back for more) and a disgruntled, but picturesque Sasuke
stands behind me demanding for me to move so he can get snack.

But
I'm just stuck here in front of the slowly forming line for the
over-priced vending machine and I should really move because lunch is
over in about twenty minutes and I probably look rather idiotic what
with one hand gripping
my apple and my eyes staring, staring at Sasuke and my heart beating
so hard against my ribs that I wouldn't be surprised if I had a
heart attack any second now and--

"Move."

And
I'm pushed aside. Not hard enough to actually hurt but with enough
force that I stumble slightly. Well, the stumbling really had nothing
to do with the push, I'm not exactly coordinated, you see, but no
need for anyone other than myself to know that.

So,
deciding I've made enough of a fool of myself, I stumble away, back
in the direction of my office.

I
don't take in much of my surroundings (this really isn't new) and
I have somehow mastered the act of ignoring everyone and everything
around me. This act is magnified ten-fold whenever I have a run in
with Sasuke.

Because
there's just something about him. Like, I can tell.

He's
so imperfect. Horrible, arrogant, impatient, full of a darkness so
deep, I cannot even fathom it.

But
I am so drawn to him.

He's
different.

He's
special.

And
I want him to be mine forever.

Maybe
its his walk, the graceful, almost dancer steps he seems to have. Or
the way he looks when he sees something that doesn't totally
repulse him and he just…almost smiles. Or maybe its actually when
he's upset, when his perfectly symmetrical eyebrow pull together
and his mouth sets, and his eyes--his eyes.

That
must be it.

I
can nearly imagine him. In my mind's eye, he's always wearing a
dark, almost black shirt (because I think it contrasts beautifully
with his skin) and his hands are always carelessly placed in his
pockets and his face, while quite expressionless, is somehow open.

And
his eyes.

His
eyes are the clearest, most distinct feature. The endless pools of
black, always focused on something far away, something I'll never
be able to see or draw level to. Because sadly enough, that is how I
portray our relationship.

Him,
always ten feet ahead.

Me,
tripping and stumbling, forever trying to catch up.

And
I know, I know
I'm being a tad ridiculous, but he has that effect on me. I cant
even begin to fathom loving anyone so deeply, so completely. It's
the kind of thing that's too profound for the imagination.

And
that scares me.

But
suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, there is an almost clank
as my intercom speaker crackles to life.

"Haruno?
Ms. Haruno?"

Without
a jolt, I realize I've somehow arrived back into my small office.

I
stare at the intercom speaker and almost consider not answering the
call, I stare at my computer screen, knowing that I haven't gotten
anything done.

"Yes?"
I say finally

"Ah…well
I know its not my place…but I just wanted to remind you to leave on
time today, I'll call back to check in if you'd…like...that…?"

I
smile softly

"Thank
you, but its really not necessary." I say sincerely, mostly because
I know how hopeless I am and because its so sweets he cares.

"Oh…yes,
well alright then." and then my secretary's voice and the crackle
is gone.

It's
Sasuke., I know, who sometimes has my secretary remind me to leave or
calm down, or eat.

And
of course he doesn't know I know. I mean, I may be a lot of things,
but unintelligent is really not one of them at all.

And
so, realizing that nearly two hours had passed since lunch and I
still
didn't get anything done, I take up my papers, fold them neatly
into my hand bag and head toward the office door.

I'm
going to get fired soon, I just know it. Just like every other job.

But
this one's different. I can't just leave this one quietly.
Because Sasuke is here, and even though I could see him on other
occasions, there is a certain thrill, working with him.

So
I'm going to file my paper work at home, where the only place I
usually see Sasuke is in my dreams.

I
step outside, the sky is gradually darkening and this, I think, is my
favorite part about being outside--twilight. Its kind of like the
world is fading into the next day, and the wild flowers tickle my
ankles and fireflies dance around my head and the stars twinkle,
looking down at the girl with pink hair who thinks too much and
dreams too hard…

I
turn my head just slightly and see Sasuke standing a few feet away,
looking at me through lowered lashes.

I
feel a heavy blush rush to my face, even though I should be quite
used to his waiting up for me.

But
I just can't seem to grow accustomed to something like that,
something so amazing, something so startling.

Like
the way his hand feels in mine or the how he occasionally stares down
at me and just…almost smiles.

Its
really quite staggering, when you think about it.

I
mean the beautiful and intellectual Sasuke, (arrogant and rude and
focused with absolutely no
time for girls)
walking next to normal, plain Sakura, (that poor quixotic girl who
just about makes up things as she goes along and hopes for it all to
fall into place) with his hand in hers and his nearly smiling face...

But
I cant find a thing to complain about.

Its
funny, sometimes, how that works.

Its
also funny how I'm usually in my own little world (because the one
we actually live in is much too violent and scary and horrible and
fake
for me to handle) but whenever I'm with Sasuke everything becomes
concentrated, horribly focused.

And
instead of seeing the scenic
nighttime
sky, I see the effects of fog on our once beautiful heavens, and
instead of having the graceful quiet steps I so desire, my feet echo
loudly off the hard trail and instead of everything being pristine
and lovely with flowers and butterflies and those adorable fireflies
that ignite the night in a delightful
glow, I see what there really is--darkness.

But
walking beside Sasuke, breathing his air, smelling his scent,
swinging our hands, I decide that its
okay.

The
Sasuke in my imagination could never kiss as brilliantly as the real
one.

…

"Mmm,
Sasuke…?"

"Sakura?"

"Have
my babies."

"…Don't
tempt me."

X

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saim

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